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God has been faithful to me

In my solitude and fear,

through every agony and every tear

There’s a God who’s been faithful to me

When my strength was all gone,

when my heart had no song to sing

Still  God has been faithful to me

Every word He promised is true

He’s been faithful, faithful to me

Just looking back, His love and mercy I see

When in my heart I have questioned

And even failed to believe

God has been faithful to me

A Psalm of Joy

Today’s poem was inspired by a prompt from Writing the Sacred: A Palm Inspired Path To Appreciating and Writing Sacred Poetry by Ray McGinnis.

Divine parent-mother and father, human and divine,

I give you thanks with my entire being;

before the sun, moon and stars I declare your praise.

You pull the orphan close feeding her with the eternal milk of your unconditional love.

When I was invisible you saw me in my distress;

even when others refused to look upon me.

Your grace and mercy follow me all of my days,

like twin companions  flanking me on each side during this sojourn we call life.

Who can quantify your ways or figure  out your favor?

With joy I will share my testimony with all who need encouragement along the way.

Your praise will continually be upon my pen as I write of your loving ways.

Your divine love will light my path as I illuminate the darkness for your glory.

                                                                                                                  Photo by Onleilove

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Maggie’s weekly challenge

Maggie says:

Recollections of Camp

Cement block walls,
the cabin floor needing sweeping every morning,
tasteless oatmeal,
whistled signals for organized games,
reading the Bible when I didn’t understand,
songs around a fire with someone strumming a guitar badly.

I shivered in that cement I thought of as a jail.
The dusty floor looked up with frowns, felt my tears as I swept because no one else wanted to.
Why cardboard for breakfast?
I wanted my mother’s scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes, orange juice, smiles, the dependable dime she left on my placemat for a phone call.
Can’t I just go out to play?
Climb my favorite apple tree?
Wade in the creek?
Race with the dogs?
I didn’t know what Resurrection was, only that I needed resurrection from this place.
I knew enough about piano. Why couldn’t that guy at least play C, G, D7, lead the singing?

No place for a young girl who needed fresh rain on her burgeoning soul,
warmth, sunlight, hand-holding through puberty.

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our last night

Our night draws near

for our closeness so dear

a great day for all

the water we saw

walking in the park

the moons showing the dark

evening closeness we’ll show

for tomorrow she’ll go

we’ll both walk on air

till next prayer we share

Please like , comment and share..Thanks Tim

A Pictorial Guide To Bird’s Latest Crisis

Catherine aka "Bird":

Sharing my thoughts through pictures…

Originally posted on Everyone Has A Story...:

Lately, I believe it would be fair to say that I’ve been on the horns of a dilemma when it comes to this blog thing. One thing that I’ve really come to value about writing here is the therapeutic nature of getting my bottled up thoughts out of my head and in front of my eyes, and the eyes of others. It tends to make the monster in my head look smaller and less destructive than I’d originally supposed.


I’ve been dealing with two major problems in my marriage, and as I tend to do, I keep my secrets well guarded. It is one thing to blab my own shortcomings and failures to the world…I’m okay with people taking pot-shots at me, because I embrace my ridiculous mistakes and try to use them as cautionary lessons for others. But when you’re getting into the problems that a marriage goes through…

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How Important Is Sin When You Love Someone?

Catherine aka "Bird":

Thoughts on sin…

Originally posted on Everyone Has A Story...:

In order to clearly show my heart on the matter of homosexuality, I would like to write this post specifically to pinkagendist, Daniel Postlewaite, and John the Aussie. It is my hope that you will see that I don’t rank any sins that people grapple with above others…sin is sin, yet that isn’t what God is interested in. Yes, sin is evil. But He could have rid the world of all sin by just destroying all of it, and us with it. It is God’s love for us that is important, and was the reason He sent His son to die. To restore us back to our God, and to free us from the chains that sin places us in.

When my kids were in high school, my stepdaughter Brenda (not her real name) showed up in the middle of the

night with her high school aged brother…

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